Up or down?

Let me ask you a question. Answer it honestly rather than ingratiating yourself with me: Do you, man or woman, close the lid on the loo/toilet or not? After whatever you have done.

No Karma involved, no one is sitting in judgment, I’d just like to know.

I work in research; nay, I do research. An occupation entirely reliant on those researched to be honest. No wonder I am on the brink.

U

Spares

On my own blog, little lamb that I am, I don’t go for subjects that may ignite political, religious or any other bees in bonnets. I will occasionally succumb to voicing views in other bloggers’ comment boxes – on the very subjects I try to avoid in public.Though have currently put myself in quarantine.

HOWEVER (I hate it when I use the word ‘however’. It’s rarely a bearer of good news.) HOWEVER, this minute I will make an exception to my rule: Just read about a woman (well known author) whose son donated one of his kidneys to her. Who wants to die? Yet, unless my son wrestled me to the ground, I would NOT allow him to mutilate himself for me. Put his own life at risk. Naturally, one could now discuss whether that’s selfish of me. I believe life goes FORWARD and, as hard as it is, we need to leave our parents behind.

U

Black, white and grey pumpkins

Every so often, recently, and for my sins, I will  find bloggers who will praise themselves on being the upsidedownstanding good citizens they are. No names mentioned: Those whom the shoe fits will wear it to the ball.

“Original” thinkers recommend to think OUTside the box. Well let THIS not so original thinker tell you: Forget the box. Just think. Thank you. And stop preening yourselves.

Much ado is made about lying – not least by me. I abhor lying. Let’s rephrase: I don’t take kindly to being lied to. However, needs must. So I have lied on others’ behalf – to save their bacon, when the lie amounted to nothing more than their peace/piece restored. In my experience no prison more punishing than that of our own conscience.

In the last four weeks I have lied twice, to two different people. They wanted to help someone. Every which way. They put themselves out. I left both in the belief that their good intentions had achieved what they wanted. What good would it have done to tell them that, in truth, their effort was wasted? None. Nothing but to disappoint THEM on top of everything else, compounding failure. Moral conundrum: Does “omission of facts” make me a liar or a samaritan, plain kind? Remember: Technically, I told a lie. No getting away from it. Not easy, is it, seeing the back of a coin that some of you are so eager to rub clean and shiny?

I won’t, though am,  succumb to peddling platitudes like pebbles in glass houses: There are many ways how to approach a hornets’ nest.

And then there is litter.

Hugs and kisses,

U